Taylors Helping Hands is a charitable organization dedicated to the memory of Taylor E Cothran.

  2 Corinthians 1:2-4 "Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Churst, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God."(NIV)


Home Moms Blog

March 5, 2010

Well, I'm wanting to say something. However Jon Burdick who designed this awesome web site at NO CHARGE, because it is his ministry, helping other ministries with the gifts God gave him. Isn't is wonderful how the body of Christ works together?

Anyway, he's redesigning the web site, again, just because he is AWESOME, and he told me that until he switches things over, whatever I do on my blog won't come with it.

So I can't say anything I want to keep.

I hope this will transition in the next few days.

So I will say that God is good in how He uses us all in His purpose. My friend Steve talked about tools in a toolbox. All the tools are useful. But you don't want to use a saw to fix a leaky faucet. But that saw sure does a wonderful job at cutting down a limb in the yard or wood to make a cabinet.

We're alll tools in God's toolbox, each one of us has special gifts, be it a screwdriver, a saw, hammer or yardstick. And when we use our tools for his purpose, we help build something wonderful.

Amen!

Thanks Jon, for being a tool in God's toolbox and helping to build something wonderful!

I can't wait to see the new web site, and I hope that I can learn how to make your gift to Taylor's Helping Hands a gift to someone else. :)

Mom's sunday school class as tools in God's tool box. Purchasing and assembling our toiletry bags we give hospitals and several homeless ministries. :)

My friend Susan who lives in Florence with thier collection of things for the bags that her daughter's sunday school class does! God is good!

 

 

February 25, 2010

I'm about 2 breaths away from a heart attack. Found out that a boy from USC 'fell' from his dorm room on tuesday from the 2nd floor. Is in critical condition at Richland Palmetto. The same place that we found ourselves 2 forever years ago. A family on the 5th floor trauma unit, waiting, praying, maybe staying at the Ronald McDonald House too. I pray that this boy makes it. No more parents need to see what we saw, to hear the words we heard, to watch as the days go by, a roller coaster ride that seems to last forever and yet was over in an instant.

Please God, restore this child to his family. But for whatever reason, this has happened, we don't understand and yet we try with all our might to make it fit in some sensical fashion. It will never make sense. But one day, when we see You and come into your presence, you'll wipe every tear from our eyes and welcome us into our home. Some just get there before we do. How hard it is to wait here. Give us eyes to see you in everything and give us courage and strength to face the giants knowing that nothing happens outside your will. Hold us up when we can't stand under the burden of our pain and give us hope that only comes from your mighty hand.

your daughter, Teresa

 

 

February 21, 2010

Tom and I have to stop watching 48 Hours Mystery. We've always liked it, until we became it. And you can't throw a wet squirrel and not hit anything that continues to knaw away at our bones more than "shoulda, coulda, woulda" and all the guilt involved in how we got to this place.

And yet somehow we sat down to 2 episodes last night. Yep and by the time the 2nd one came on we weren't watching anymore but involved in our own 48 hour mystery. Can't help but feel mad (which is wrong) at the victims who were taken without warning and the unending crusade by so many people to solve this mystery. Why not us? We have a mystery, or if it isn't a mystery why won't anyone tell us why.

There are things that don't make sense, add up, things ignored, words twisted and events left out. People who say, yes to all of that, but you know what, it's not worth it, it might get uncomfortable- no one wants to get involved. Just accept it mamma and go on.

Can't redo the past, what would it bring you, let it go. Until you watch a child die day by day and assume people are doing this 48 hours investigation only to find that this child's death, just was not worth anyone's attention can you say, just let it go.

I won't let it go.

Just accept it mama.

He died and it just didn't seem like it was worth it to find out why. All we say is 'unfortunate accident'. OK. Then tell me why I'm wrong.

But no, noone can tell me what happened because noone found out. But they can tell me I am wrong. OK. then tell me why. Show me how you know this.

This show last night, over 10 years later, had these 2 boys who heard a gun shot. They were watching a dvd and told them at what point they heard it. So they figured that 27 minutes and 30 seconds into the movie the shot happened. By reconstructing the boys after school activities- when they got home, what they did and how much time it would take to set up movie and get to 27 minutes and 30 seconds determined the time of the day the shot happened. REALLY? To my knowledge, noone even took fingerprints of my sons room. Noone ever showed me photos and said- "what do you see?' Noone ever called the people he talked to minutes before he 'fell'. Noone ever went to the boys involved in drugs to bust anyone, talk to anyone.

It just went away before he even died.

Unfortunate is right.

So, we spent the rest of the night reconstructing events we found out on our own, things we know, saw from the photographs, and the people involved to go from episode 2 on tv to episode 3 on the porch. No cameras, no witnesses, no cops who vowed that until they died would they give up figuring out what happened. Just 2 parents, crying and wondering and wishing and blaming- mostly ourselves- as to how 48 hours has turned into eternity.

Fade to black. Camera off. Roll the credits.

Hopefully a night of Simpsons, Family Guy and American Dad can snap me back into,'reality'! A cartoon sounds more real than life, wow!

We'll never forget...

 

February 12, 2010

Man, I just can't believe how some things work. I got around to looking at March 25, in my daily devotional, just to well, I don't know, just turned the page, maybe God wanted me to.

See the 'flip side' of the "worst possible senario" from March 24, 2010 Taylor's 21st brithday.

"Far Better".

"God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there will be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away" Rev 21:4.

First of all that verse was written down among several others by Taylor when my dad died 9 years ago this week. So the significance of it is that my son at 10 years old KNEW what was better by far,--and that of course I find it on this devotional 9 years to the day my son wrote it down for me on the day my dad died.

Can you say WOW?

I still keep that paper in my Bible.

In this devotional were the words, "The life we have here isn't all that there is. There is a far, far better place that Jesus is preparing for those who love Him". (Cindy Hess Kasper)

It's so easy to get caught up in this world, sometimes it gets so overwhelming and hard and it's all you can do to make it from sunrise to sunset, where we collapse under the weight of what we did compared to what gets shuffled to the next day. You, or at least I do, lose sight of the forest for the trees.

Lose sight of Heaven for the hell. Kind of like putting out fires.

used to say I was a fireman cause all I did was put out fires. Can't just wait on a fire to start- it was constantly on fire everywhere. Maybe a metaphor for hell! I just got the connection! Ha!

So, in the midst of my daily worst case senarios, I need to remember what's waiting on me, the next page so so speak... a far far better place! Thanks for remindind me son,... and Father.

 

Happy Valentines Day Taylor and Tara and Happy Homecoming Dad, I can't believe it's been 9 years. I sure do miss you. And no matter how old I get, I will always need my daddy.

 

February 6, 2010

Not sure if I got what I wanted. I do silly things like look at dates when it’s in a devotional or a yearly book of read the Bible through in a year and stories and see if there’s some kind of connection. My birthday, the kid’s birthdays, now on October 4,5, and 11. Just to see if there’s something ‘special’ to give me a kind of spiritual guide or answer. I don’t believe in astrology, fortune cookies, ESP, psychics and such, but I look for ‘signs’ from God in sometimes silly ways.

I got my March edition of Our Daily Bread today and immediately went to March 24, even though I hadn’t read February 5! Bingo. The day’s lesson was “The worst possible scenario”. Considering this day will be Taylor’s 21st birthday and what it will be now, I knew I had a connection.

A Bible college teacher accidentally spilt his coffee all over the student’s papers he was grading. A stranger sitting nearby said “worst possible scenario!” Obviously an overstatement, but he wondered about the thoughts that we dread: financial loss, the death of a CHILD or spouse, cancer…”

Job had the worst case scenario- his house, servants, wealth, health, all his possessions including ALL his children all in 1 gasp of air! “He knows the way that I take; when he has tested me, I shall come forth like gold.”(Job 23:10).

The 2 lessons the author learned was: What we dread most can be used to test our character and make us stronger. And, God will provide the strength and comfort to see us through. “Cling to God. He has promised to work on our behalf even in the worst possible scenario.” (Dennis Fisher)

I do like the part of Job where after all that happened he tore his robe, shaved his head and fell to the ground, and yet the next words were “he worshiped. Wow. Worst possible scenario and he worshiped. I have to admit it’s taken me a little more time to get to that worship, although I tore my robe and shaved my head and fell to the ground quite quickly. Job did get to a point where he got a little Teresa like and questioned why the worst possible scenario. He was a good man, the best man on the planet and yet- ALL gone.

And after some back and forth between him and the almighty, Job realized God is God and that is far better than Job being god.

I wonder how the book of Teresa will end up?

The last birthday we shared March 24, 2007. The 'big 18'.

 
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